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John Marcus Poem
An Indian beauty and nutter:
her eyelashes started to flutter,
her butt in the air
she laid it all bare,
revealing her hole of Calcutta...
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John Marcus Poem
Certain things despised by me without a doubt:
foulest elevator farts that no one wants to own,
tasting garlic from their gas, I gag and shout,
"Farty creep, I think you're rotten to the bone."
Very much detest commodes that overflow,
more than that I loathe the floating feces, though.
Really hate to step in stinking piles of poo,
squelching shoes or boots becoming pungent too.
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The trolls that haunt this site
and think they're always right,
who bully, b itch and moan
are rotten to the bone.
I find it hard to hide my smirks
as they're a freaky load of jerks.
No hint of humor there
but I don't really care;
I shake my head, I'm numb
(I'd hate to be so dumb).
I find it hard to hide my smirks
as they're a freaky load of jerks.
I wonder are they mad,
or simply rather sad
with lives that failed to be,
just bitter jealousy?
I find it hard to hide my smirks
as they're a freaky load of jerks.
I do not read their trash:
so arrogant and brash,
and comments meant to sting
will make my spirit sing:
I find it hard to hide my smirks
as they're a freaky load of jerks...
yes, they're a freaky load of jerks!
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It's been many months since I saw 'Malice'
In fact, she was hard to recognize
There's a faraway look in her bloodshot eyes
She resembles a Michelin man with loads of spare tires
Her blue and white dress is strained at the seams,
Good god she's put on so much weight
It must be so annoying
that she can't slip through the wormhole
to cause havoc with useless debating.
Perhaps, her ego needs deflating
How I'd love to burst her bubble
after she's caused so much trouble.
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John Marcus Poem
I'd travel back to yesterday
for lunch and thereupon
because I'd had my chili hot
I wouldn't leave the john!
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